One has lost her son, the brutally murdered and gay Vincent, the other has lost his newly discovered lover, the same man who in a beautiful passage is described by Davey as the person who was his oxygen and made everything real.

In terms of acting, this claustrophic two-hander was at times excellent, at times a little hesitant, conveying the almost Greek tragedy status Ridley's language gives to a sordid homophobic crime.

Directed by Sophie Motley, Vincent River provided an illuminating glimpse of the risks of a violent world dominated by prejudice.